INVOCATO to bite the dust

After serious consideration, I have decided to go ahead and take INVOCATO out of circulation this summer, concurrent with the release of THEOCRICIDE. Simple enough motive, I don't want overlapping works and there are a few pieces in the former I need for the latter...

On other fronts...have been in a strange groove these last few days, but it is not a bad space, just an out of body time, exploring new angles on my existence. I'm fine...I love these quiet moments before the storm, they remind me of Beethoven (channeling Gary Oldman in "The Professional")...and in that vain vein...

(inserting ear buds, cranking up the iTunes from "loud" to "paint peeling" "stone splitting" to "ridiculous")...writing live in 5...4...3...2...1...

transubstantiation, part three

A complicated phase in a greying haze,
alchemy in a flask you asked to hold.
Gold from base metals.
Love in the strangest places.
Faces that melt and run in a sun that shades the moon.
Soon is not enough, yesterday was missed
when we kissed the wind, sinned and thinned our sands
that run between fingers rigid for time.
Blocking fate, finding hate on a grate where heat pours,
scores of opportunities left behind,
blind to the kind chances we cannot rebuild as penance
for a dance of decades irrevocable.
Grief is no relief for the true conscience.

William F. DeVault. All rights reserved.